“The Armenians did. But the Greeks say they did. Apparently, it was created by Dionysus, the God of wine, which we both know isn’t true,” I elaborate.
“I like to think that the Greek gods existed, but everything says otherwise.” She takes another sip of her wine. Her top lip is completely drenched in the liquid. It makes me want to go up and lick it off. I couldn’t care less about my sobriety at the moment. She’s my new booze. I hold myself back, staying away from the forbidden fruit, figuratively and literally. She goes on.
“Imagine that the Gods were so scandalous, it would make everything better. It would be like a telenovela in the sky.” The only thing I admire the Greeks for is that they made their gods so much like them. Scandalous, sex-driven, and vengeful.
“If you could be any Greek god, who would you be?” she asks.
“Zeus.”
“Basic answer,” she deadpans.
“How so?”
“He’s the God of thunder and the ruler of everyone. It shows that you like being in control of everything and everyone.”
“You’re right. But I could never control you even if I was Zeus.”
“Finally, something worth hearing comes out of your mouth.” She laughs.
“What about you?” I question.
“This is obvious. Athena. I know it’s my middle name, but I think it fits, being the Goddess of war and all.”
“I see you more as an Aphrodite. I didn’t know your middle name was Athena,” I say.
“And here I thought you knew everything about me. My dad liked to give his children middle names that have to do with mythology. He gave my brother, Mictlantecuhtli and me, Athena. I think he did well as they represent who we are in a way.” I’ve heard of parents naming all their children with the same letter but never a specific middle name.
“I think it’s an interesting take on someone’s name.” She nods in agreement.
“All I know is if I ever have children, I would never give my child a name they would have to live through high school with. I was homeschooled, but if my child was going to live a normal life, which I would hope for, I have seen high school TV shows and I will not stand for any bullying.”
“I’ve never understood the thought of naming a kid a repulsive name. I’ve heard some pretty stupid ones before.” She laughs as the streetlight shines above her.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
“Today was bearable,” I responded abruptly.
“What a random compliment.” She snorts, and I look at her as she gazes down at her shoes, snapping out of her thoughts. She takes out her key card from her pocket, and slips it into the reader. The light flashes green and lets out a sound, confirming the card’s authenticity. Twisting the doorknob, she opens the door and walks in. It’s like the whole thing goes in slow motion as I see the door almost close. I know what I’m about to do and I won’t regret it a single bit.
I push the door open, and it swings, banging against the wall. The sound makes Ale flinch, turning around in shock. Giving me a stare that is surprised and dumbfounded at the same time. She’s standing at the foot of the bed.
“What are doin—” in an instant I push her onto the mattress.
“Che Dio mi aiuti, quando sono con te.”
“English, please,” she says, I chuckle.
“I can assure you,raggazza.There will be no words coming out of your mouth, only screams. Those can be in whatever language you like. Preferably using your tongue.”
She tries to stand up only to be pushed back up against the mattress, this time with my hands around her wrists.
“Are you trying to run your mouth again, little girl? Why don’t we see how it works up and down my cock?” I press my nose into the nuzzle of her neck. She gasps, her back arching.
“I don’t think my words will be as filthy as the words that come out of that mouth.” Her face is close to mine, she runs her finger on my lips.
“Hm. My mouth can do even dirtier things to that cunt of yours.” I shove my hand into her pants, and my fingertips meet lace.Fuck.
“Did you wear these for me,ragazza? Do you like the thought of your much older boss grabbing this tight wet pussy?” I move my finger inside of her underwear, slipping a finger in. Making it to her opening, I can feel the outline of her cunt. She’s dripping.